As you know (from last week’s post) I’m currently in Perth, with Danita in Sydney.
Consequently, we’re operating in slightly different time zones. This has some very strange effects……
When I wake up (nice and early for me) the work day in Sydney is already half over.
Before I get out of bed, I’m already on the phone. I often hear about one of the advantages of being a solopreneur is you can work in your pyjamas. This idea has never really appealed to me. However, having the opportunity to work from bed (which is still lovely and warm) has become more and more attractive as we move further into the winter months.
The real challenge, though, has been in the afternoon. While the sun is out and it’s bright and shiny out there, it’s hard to get my head around the fact that in Sydney it’s after dinner and people are settling down to watch TV.
I haven’t changed the time settings on my phone and computer because it tends to cause havoc with my calendar and so making, and keeping, appointments is proving interesting.
Modern technology allows you to work from anywhere. However, I keep looking at my calendar and having to make adjustments. For example, this week I have an appointment at 9am Sydney time. For me that’s 7am and so when I go to bed I’ve got to keep this difference in mind. When I wake up in the middle of the night (not being in the most coherent state at that time) doing mental arithmetic can prove challenging and it’s more than once where I’ve convinced myself I’ve needed to be up at 3am only to realise I really need to be getting up when my phone says it’s 7am (ie 5am for me).
Einstein once described relativity as the following: “Put your hand on a hot stove for two seconds and it seems like two hours. Sit with a beautiful girl for two hours and it seems like two minutes. That’s relativity.” I’m not quite sure what that’s got to do with anything but this working across multiple time zones does feel like I’ve slipped into some sort of hole in the time-space continuum.
Scientists have recently found a way to create an “invisibility cloak” for time. (Making objects physically invisible is already old hat.) I suspect I’ve discovered one between Sydney and Perth. I now know what Salvador Dali was experiencing when he painted that picture.
BTW – now that you’ve got THAT song running through your brain, click below to take a few minutes’ journey down memory lane and do the Time Warp once again.